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Mar 2010
the air is warm
and the pave is hot
watch passing storms
smell of BBQ, in my nose it got.

twinkling wake within the pool
sun glaring down keeping us dry
refresh with a drink that is cool
none of us with a care and we don't have to try.

nothing ever feels wrong
warm fire in the eve
music, you just have to sing along
i never want these feelings to leave.

but yet here we are
when winter comes we will morn
if we can wait a year and get that far
soon the honey suckle will be reborn.

and oh how i miss that
our honeysuckle summers each year
no longer it stays, my heart is now flat
for just a fading memory ringing through my ear
alisonmatthews2010
Alison Matthews
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